The left hook did what all the bruising pushing had not. The force and weight of the punch both shocked and unbalanced her, and the look in her eyes as she fell was one of pained surprise. She tried to catch herself, to reach for him for balance, but there was too much strength in the punch. When she hit the concrete it was with a sicking crack as her head connected with pavement and everything went black.
Everything was quiet for a moment, entirely still, and then an ominous trickle of dark, red blood started running toward his foot in the darkness.